SUNSET IN BREATHITT
Through purple haze of evening mountain mist,
A spiral thread of dark blue smoke arose
From hidden cove and rugged steep defile;
While like a ball of blood o'er some far magic isle,
The sun a moment hung in deep repose,
Above a placid sea of amethyst,
In mystic prophecy of death and doom,—
Then dropped and splashed the sky with crimson spray and spume!
EYES DIVINE
His eyes divine were shot with light
Like flashes in a northern night,
Magnetic gleam that wrought a spell
On whom its star-like shimmer fell—
A spell of wonder and delight;—
Enchantment such as gods excite
With glowing depths of chrysolite,
Or blooming beds of asphodel—
His eyes divine!
In metaphysics recondite,
In realms of verse by royal right
Of Genevieve and Christabel
The first upon the mystic shell;
And yet his greatest charm and might
Were eyes divine!